Okay, so I am starting on this chapter. It'll be, IDK… It's gonna be filler with Jessica. And then I'm gonna work on TLS and get the chapter done and posted then come here for the KitxLauren chemistry. I know it was supposed to be in the last chapter, but I didn't get there… Anyway, onward to the chapter.

Disclaimer: Only Jessica and the now deceased Chris is owned…

We walked almost the perimeter of the island before we reached a small speed boat that looked to hold about five people at the most. It looked fast, and from this part of the island, you could see the main land from there. This area was certainly closer than where we landed.

Jessica hopped in and barked orders for us to get in and get situated. I crawled in with Derek behind me, Simon and Tori already in the craft. The load roar of the engine started and rang through one ear and out the other, causing them to ring.

As the ringing subsided, I noticed that Jessica had pulled away from the island and was already half-way to the mainland. I just looked straight ahead. Then she took a sharp turn as we rounded around a rock, which caused me to begin to fall out. Derek grabbed me and pulled my small form to his chest. I looked up and gave him a bright smile. He smiled back and pecked me on the lips.

We were now almost to the beach. It had only been about five minutes, but we were going approximately 100 miles per hour. I just leaned into Derek's chest as Jessica sped along and talked with him idly in my head.

It took a few more minutes, then we were pulling into the docking area. He hopped out right away and turned to pull us up. When we all got onto land, Derek and I led the way to where we were staying. Derek was the first in the door, and Kit pulled him aside before anyone else had a chance to enter. I was in second, and got a similar greeting. Aunt Lauren pulled me aside before anyone else was inside.

"Aunt Lauren, what's with the rush-ish attitude?" I asked, prying her constricting hand off my arm.

"It's nothing super important. But I just wanted to let you know, Kit's taking me out to dinner tonight. He wants to make sure that you and Derek know that this won't affect you two if this turns into something more," she said, her voice jovial, yet worried.

"Okay…"

"Really, Chloe. This is something I want. And almost need."

"Aunt Lauren, really. It's fine. Go have dinner with Kit tonight. Oh, we have someone you and Kit need to meet. Her name's Jessica. Jessica Yule. She's a shaman."

Aunt Lauren got a distant look in her eyes; almost like fear. But she quickly shook herself out of it and nodded. We then walked back out into the main area where Simon, Tori, Jessica, Derek, and a very ogling Kit were. I took a short note of this, and went and sat on Derek's lap. It caused a glare from Aunt Lauren, but we just ignored it.

Jessica looked up from whatever she was doing and noticed who all was in the room. She took one look at Kit, and an emotion I've seen many times in Derek's eyes filled hers. And then she saw Lauren and one look of sheer distaste covered that up.

"Lauren! Kit! I didn't know these kids were with you!" she beamed.

"Jessica! Long time no see," Aunt Lauren ground out.

"It certainly has been a long time, Jess. You disappeared after that one night, and we never saw you again," Kit said, looking a little down at the last part.

"I'll explain everything…" and from there, Jessica went to tell the story of what happened to her after she left almost 18 years ago.

Apparently, Jessica, Aunt Lauren, and Kit were in the Edison Group together, then Jessica disappeared. As many thought, it was her leaving because she didn't see the group fit for her 'expertise.' But really, she left for a better job. She was offered to go and off villainous people who have raped, murdered, stole, kidnapped, etcetera, as a trained assassin.

Seeing it fit what she was good at, she left and started that job. It was a basic hit-man job. Nothing to do with the supernatural. But she did fine hiding her shaman powers.

She's been with that 'company' ever since, her most recent hit being Chris, whom was wanted for the rape and murder of seventeen girls. He wasn't the cool nineteen-year-old that we had him made out to be.

He was an easy kill, and she came to find me hiding on the boat. Once that happened, that was basically leading up until now.

"You see, it was more of a choice to become more of who I am, than who I wasn't. I never wanted to leave the life I 'ad, but this job paid better and I am 'appier with it. And with me killing 'orrible criminals, I'm not really doing anything super bad. I really wish I 'ad my old life, yet I like it better this way, knowing I'm doing the world some good," Jessica finished.

She gave no clue as to why her and Kit gave each other those looks, but it was better than nothing. I would find out later, though. And the way that she and Aunt Lauren glared at the other…

By the time we had finished with the story of how we got here, it was 6:00 and Kit and Aunt Lauren had reservations at a small, yet fancy, restaurant in the town. So they dressed in some of their best clothes they had with them, and walked out to the car.

Simon and Tori started up another sibling fight, so Derek and I retreated to our quarters. We desperately need some alone time. We hadn't even been able to talk to each other in our minds when Jessica was talking.

Derek flashed some pictures in his head from the other night, and sent a questioning though my way.

Wanna?

I smiled and pulled off my shirt and progressed to where he stand by the bed.

Okay, I know this is still short, but I really, really wanted something posted. I know it doesn't give much background either. But I promise I will update soon with Kit's and Lauren's date. I've got Trade Days this weekend, and I want to work on The Last Stand. And Sunday I'm going to see Eclipse and get my ears pierced a second time in the lobe and my left cartilage done. And I am sad to announce, I've been mourning because my test results came in, and I won't be going to the ninth grade this year. Stupid TEA thinks I don't meet the standards. Well fuck you, TEA. Fuck you. But all is well. Review.